Fire in the Firehouse 12

By this point the two men were within mere feet of Mitch, just not able to see it. They looked all over, even right at him a few times. Mitch had hidden himself well. As Mitch thought hard to get control of his powers, knowing full well they were tied to his emotions and Lord knew that they were running strong, a raccoon had made its way out of the tree. When he saw Mitch, he didn't appreciate the unfamiliar guest and began hissing at him and began charging him. Mitch was screwed. Furious animal in the tree, psychotic hit men below. How he wished he were telekinetic right now. He could send the raccoon right down on the ones below.

Mitch rationalized he had little time to come up with plan B. He was afraid of rabies and was equally afraid to die at the hands of those below him. He even tried communicating with the raccoon and found it to fail. Mitch was cornered. 

In an act of desperation Mitch leaped from his hiding spot and jumped to a branch below, praying the raccoon wouldn't follow, but knowing the other two men would hear the ruckus. Luckily the raccoon retreated from the noises, but unfortunately the gun-weilding men didn't. They stood alert of Mitch and were quick to draw their guns. 

The dark haired man had only seconds. He grabbed the branch and began doing flips like a gymnast and was able to make his way down the tree. His aim was off and he hit the ground odd. Luckily he didn't sprain, twist or break anything. Just a bit winded the way he landed. 

Naturally the two men were on him. The taller of the two, the one that hadn't been in the slight accident approached him and spoke. "Stop there faggot. Its time to see if God has forgiveness for cock suckers." His cohort laughed at the choice of words. Colby was close by, but not close enough to hear the commotion.

The man was trapped. His heart raced, he began to sweat. He had two guns pointed right at him and had no way out. If he called for the other three, he'd be shot and most likely they would be, too. He swallowed long and hard. It seemed like forever before he actually swallowed entirely. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. His thoughts turned to Colby, though he knew to be mindful of his feelings. They could betray him and alert Colby by mistake and he'd come running to his aid and could possibly and most likely lead to a disastrous end. 

The other spoke while Mitch continued deep in thought. "Its all over queer. First you, then the other three. Just like picking off deer on a hunting trip." Mitch began praying for his safety. He even began trying to bargain with the two. "What's wrong fag-boy? Shoulda stayed in San Francisco where your kind belong. Home of all the other queens and diseases." He paused. "Maybe we can find a stick and butt fuck you like you sissies like before we kill you. Would you like that? 'Course you would. You fairies like things up your asses. When will you learn? Dicks are for chicks!" The two men laughed as Colby cowered in fear. He knew he had to hold his own. It was far more honorable to die a man than a coward.

"Look, let me go. I couldn't identify either of you in a police lineup if I had to. I just want to live my life with my lover." He wondered if that would change their abuse any. The two men laughed again.

The first one spoke again."Come on sissy. Cry for us. Maybe, just maybe if you can cry like the little bitch you are we'll let you go." The guy looked down on Mitch. "Sad, you don't look like a fag. You look like an all American jock. But a dick sucker is a dick sucker. And I don't like men that suck off other dudes. That shit ain't right. You ain't real men. Real men like fucking and eating pussy." They laughed yet again and enjoyed seeing the one they had trapped so fearful of them. They enjoyed the control and the power they had on him. These two were white trash personified.

Mitch had hit a boiling point. He flashed back, and by flashback it was a premonition of his past, a definite power growth. It was to an incident in school when he was cornered. He was so angry for years at himself for not being the man he knew he could be and just took the easy way out and it haunted him for years. Not this time. He began drawing off that emotion and bringing up to the present. It was like a boiling pot and was about to run over. All his anger and bottled up emotions were surfacing. The two men began to aim their guns, pulling back on the triggers.

Back in the truck Cole had his arm around Colby, trying to comfort him. Cole felt alone and empty and was thinking over what had almost happened to him with Mitch. And now that very guy was out there risking his life for him and the other two. Cole felt horrible and was consumed with guilt. Part of him was tempted to run out to help, but he might add to the problem rather than be part of the solution. He prayed hard for Mitch.

Colby was sobbing in fear for the one he loved and Drake was there to make him as comfortable as he could, it reminded him of times gone by when Marie would humiliate him in front of Drake when they were boys. No matter how bad, Drake always swore things would get better. Unfortunately they never in their wildest dreams saw her going to quite this level. The man held his friend in the present like he had in the past, trying to calm him down. There was little he could do, but he was doing what he could. Colby was close to sobbing less, his breathing still slightly erratic. 

Out off nowhere there were two gunshots. "PA-POW...PA-POW..." Dead silence. All three men spilled out of the two trucks as fast as they could muster. All three feared the worst. Hearing two guns go off was not good. The odds were stacked against Mitch. Cole ran over to the other two and put his arms around Colby who was struggling to stay on his feet. His emotions had taken control. Drake turned his friend's head into his shoulder to muffle the screams and gasping for air. They knew it best to leave, but what if Mitch made it away? 

Colby was worse off this time than he'd been the day of the incident where Mitch wound up in the hospital. He couldn't go through this again he kept telling himself. Drake and his lover were powerless. They knew no more than Colby. Cole knew he had to go now. He beat himself over not going when the thought first dawned on him. He called back, "I might die doing so, but I ain't leaving that man out there if he's..."

Drake cried out, "NO! COLE, COME BACK!" Too late, he was off and wasn't turning back now. He owed it to Mitch.

***To be continued!!!***